[During the rest of the scene James Ford is thinking the matter over. His eyes rest on George Winter as if he were trying to guess something.
Boyce.
Something must be done at once.
George Winter.
Have the Tories got hold of it?
Boyce.
They’re printing the article on posters.
George Winter.
Nuisance, isn’t it?
[He pauses to reflect for a moment. Mr. Swalecliffe breaks in upon his thoughts.